Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #XVI (1737) Lyrics: 1 O God, Thou bottomless Abyss,
Thee to perfection who can know?
O Height immense! What Words suffice
Thy countless Attributes to shew!
Unfathomable Depths thou art1
I plunge me in thy Mercies Sea;
Void of true Wisdom is my Heart;
With love embrace and cover me.
While thee, All-infinite, I set
Before my ravish'd Eye,
My Weakness bends beneath the Weight;
I sink, I faint, I die!
2 Eternity thy fountain was,
Which, like thee, no beginning knew;
Thou wast e'er time began his Race,
E'er glow'd with Stars the ethereal Blew.
Greatness unspeakable is Thine,
Greatness whose undiminish'd Ray
When short-lived Worlds are lost, shall shine,
When Earth and Heaven are fled away.
Unchangeable, all perfect Lord,
Of Life the boundless Sea,
What lives and moves, lives by thy Word;
What is, is all from thee!
3 Thy Parent Hand, thy forming Skill,
Firm fixt this universal Chain;
Else empty, barren darkness still
Had held his unmolested Reign.
Whate’er in Earth, or Sea, or Sky,
Or shuns or meets the wandring Thought,
Escapes or strikes the searching Eye,
By thee was to perfection brought.
High is thy Power above all Height:
Whate’er Thy wil'st is done;
Thy Wisdom, equal to thy Might
Only to thee is known.
4 Heaven’s glory is thy awful Throne,
Yet Earth partakes thy gracious sway:
Vain Man! Thy Wisdom, Folly own:
Lost is thy Reason’s feeble Ray.
What our dim Eye cou'd never see,
Is plain and naked to thy Sight;
What thickest Darkness veil's, to thee
Shines clearly as the Morning Light.
In Light Thou dwell’st; Light that no shade,
No changes ever knew;
And Heaven above and Hell beneath
Are open to thy View.
5 Thou, true and only God, lead'st forth
Th' immortal Armies of eh Sky:
Thou laugh'st to scorn the Gods of Earth,
Thou thunder'st, and amaz'd they fly.
With downcast Eye th' angelic Choir
Appear before thy awful Face,
Trembling they strike the golden Lyre
And thro' Heav'ns Vault resound thy Praise.
In Earth, Air, Skies, in all thou art:
Creation feels thy Nod,
Whose Hand imprest on every Part
The Image of its God.
6 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone'
Justice and Truth before thee stand:
Yet nearer to thy sacred Throne
Mercy withholds thy lifted Hand.
Each Evening shews thy tender Love,
Each rising Morn thy plenteous Grace;
Thy waken'd Wrath doth slowly move,
Thy willing Mercy finds a Pace.
Father, to thy indulgent Care
This Light, this Breath we owe:
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Fountain flow.
7 Parent of Good, thy bounteous Hand
Incessant Blessings down distills,
And all in air or Sea, or Land
With plenteous Food and Gladness fills.
All things in thee, live, more, and are,
Thy Power infus'd does all sustain;
Even those thy daily Favours share
Who thankless spurt thy easy Reign.
Thy Sun thou bid'st his genial Ray
On all impartial pour;
To all who hate or bless thy Sway
Thou send'st the fruitful Show'r.
8 Yet while at length, who scorn'd thy Might
Shall feel thee a consuming Fire,
How sweet the Joys, the Crown how bright
Of those who to they Love aspire!
All Creatures praise th' eternal Name!
Ye Hosts that to his Courts belong,
Cherbuck Quires, seraphick Flames,
Awake the everlasting Song.
Thrice Holy, thine the Kingdom is,
Th' almighty Power is thine,
And when created Nature dies
Thy ceaseless Glories shine; Languages: English
O God, thou bottomless Abyss